I have absolutely NO DESIRE WHATSOEVER to work on my schoolwork. Arrggghhh, blarg, buh! I think that I shall instead make my little brother a birthday card, and spend an excessive amount of money on getting it to our house in upstate NY by Wednesday. I can't believe my little bro is turning 18!!!! 
For his birthday, I bought him some joke condoms. I found them in a Toronto sex store. "For the small-peckered man." I don't have (nor do I want) any conclusive evidence, but I doubt that my brother has a small pecker. I mean, the kid is 6'9" and I refuse to believe that the universe would be so cruel as to give this giant of a boy a small pecker. Enough about Danny's pecker.
I might have to bunny hop down to HMV to try to find Danny a dvd of Led Zeppelin or Tool. That's what he wants for Christmas, and I'm an obliging big sister. My Daddy will be getting more episodes of Twin Peaks. My Mom, well, I don't know, that woman's a mystery wrapped in an enigma.
What do I want? Well...let's see. I don't know. Not much really. To stay here. To keep the wumbus. To receive small kisses. Some new earrings (dangly but not TOO dangly). Tom Waits' cd. To make gingerbread cookies! My own ranchdressing hose....
Reasonable things to ask for, I think. I also want to go to beautiful upstate NY (words I never thought that I'd say or write) and look at our glorious Christmas tree and our stupid, adorable black dog, and watch three of our 500 channels.
For his birthday, I bought him some joke condoms. I found them in a Toronto sex store. "For the small-peckered man." I don't have (nor do I want) any conclusive evidence, but I doubt that my brother has a small pecker. I mean, the kid is 6'9" and I refuse to believe that the universe would be so cruel as to give this giant of a boy a small pecker. Enough about Danny's pecker.
I might have to bunny hop down to HMV to try to find Danny a dvd of Led Zeppelin or Tool. That's what he wants for Christmas, and I'm an obliging big sister. My Daddy will be getting more episodes of Twin Peaks. My Mom, well, I don't know, that woman's a mystery wrapped in an enigma.
What do I want? Well...let's see. I don't know. Not much really. To stay here. To keep the wumbus. To receive small kisses. Some new earrings (dangly but not TOO dangly). Tom Waits' cd. To make gingerbread cookies! My own ranchdressing hose....
Reasonable things to ask for, I think. I also want to go to beautiful upstate NY (words I never thought that I'd say or write) and look at our glorious Christmas tree and our stupid, adorable black dog, and watch three of our 500 channels.
